My Contract wife turns out my sister

Name: My Contract wife turns out my sister
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GENRE: Billionaire Romance SETTING: MODERN DAY CITY, HOUSTON, USA 21ST CENTURY BLURB: "I'm a stripper, so what?" "You dare speak to me like that?" Ryan growled. "You ungrateful, good-for-nothing, wretched stripper." "You have no right to judge me. You're only privileged by luck." "Don't get too comfortable. You never know what's coming for you. Watch your back." Did I just stand up to the most ruthless and feared billionaire in town? Unfortunately, he's my husband. And I might be in deeper trouble than I thought. Ryan, a spoiled and ruthless 30-year-old billionaire, can't access his father's empire unless he's married. Desperate, he contracts Iris -a bold 26-year-old stripper-to pose as his wife. Iris, with nothing to lose and everything to gain, agrees. But as her life finally seems to come together, shadows from the past threaten to tear it apart. Ryan's hidden identity and a dark family secret push their lives into turmoil, with his manipulative mother determined to keep the truth buried. Will Iris be the key to unlocking Ryan's empire, or will their fake marriage lead to something far more real-like love? And as tensions rise, will the empire fall into unexpected hands? CHARACTERIZATION: IRIS RAYDEN (FEMALE LEAD) Iris, a resilient and determined young woman, in her late 20’s driven by love for her mother and the pursuit of her dream as a fashion designer, takes on the unconventional role of a stripper to overcome financial hardships. Her sacrifices underscore her selflessness and commitment to her family. Despite the societal stigma attached to her profession, Iris maintains her dignity and remains focused on her goals. Physically she possesses a timeless beauty, a curvy figure, alluring gray eyes, long cream coffee blond hair and about 5”4 tall. She agreed to the contract marriage between her and Ryan because of the money involved, but she fell in love with this ruthless billionaire and found out deep secrets that were going to turn her life around. RYAN KENDRICK ( MALE LEAD): Ryan the son of Kendrick, the richest in the whole of HOUSTON, is the only son and heir, Ryan is a hedonistic and indulgent individual accustomed to a life of excess and extravagance, spoiled by wealth he engages in a carefree single lifestyle prioritizing having different girls to satisfy his sexual urge. The young billionaire physically possesses a confident and commanding presence, with sharp chiseled facial features, a strong jawline, and piercing eyes that exude self-assurance. His well-groomed appearance showcases a blend of sophistication and casual elegance, complementing his affluent lifestyle. He's about 6”1 tall and athletic build, carrying himself with an air of assurance that reflects his privileged upbringing. He contracted Iris to act like his wife so he could have full access to his father's property, fell in love with Iris along the line but got to find out he wasn't the biological child of the Kendrick's. MRS. ROSE KENDRICK :she's Ryan's mother, a mischievous and deceitful woman, she is married to Mr Kendrick but still having an affair with her secret lover, Doctor Parker; Kendrick's best friend and family doctor. Black hair with beautiful hazel eyes. DR. PARKER JAMES: Kendrick's family doctor, best friend to Mr Kendrick and secret lover of Mrs Rose. He's 6”4 tall, brown hair, hazel eyes. BELLA :The to be bride for Ryan chosen by Mrs Rose and Ivy. She's a model, bitchy and controlling with dark brown hair, honey brown eyes and about 5”4 in height. SUB CHARACTERS IVY KENDRICK : Ivy is the daughter of Mr Kendrick and twin sister to Iris, 26 years old and she emerges as a character with a passion for fashion and a penchant for extravagant styles. Despite sharing physical features with her twin sister Iris, Ivy distinguishes herself with a change in hair color, perhaps using it as a form of personal expression. Her rudeness and mannerless behavior align with her brother's traits, suggesting a shared upbringing. JESSICA: Jessica was Ryan's nanny and the mother of Ivy and Iris. She once worked for Kendrick in his mansion. Mr. KENDRICK: he is a billionaire and business tycoon and the richest man in HOUSTON. He's a middle-aged man, average in height, dark in complexion with a bald head. He's the father to Iris and Ivy, unknown to him about his wife's unfaithful and mischievous ways he was set to keep what happened years ago between him and Jessica, his son's nanny, a secret not knowing it would all come back to his face. PLOT EXPOSITION: The story begins of how Ryan came with a contract marriage proposal to Iris, she wanted to refuse at first but the fat cheque he was offering was what she couldn't turn down, as she thought about her sick mother and her longed dream career of becoming one of the best fashion designers in HOUSTON and across the world, as been a stripper wasn't what she wanted for herself, but life after college hasn't been fair to her. Ryan was denied by his father to take over his em

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Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 -

The neon lights flickered, casting an ethereal glow over the dimly lit club where Iris worked as a stripper. As she moved her body to the rhythm, her thoughts drifted like the swirling smoke hanging heavy in the air. But something tonight felt different. A heated gaze pierced through the usual crowd of men, pulling her attention toward a figure seated in the shadows.

It was rare to see someone so young, so composed, in this place. Most of the men that came here were older, their gazes lingering with more desperation than allure. But this man... he was different. His dark brown eyes held a dangerous edge, framed by chiseled features and slicked-back hair. He was hard to miss.

Iris felt his eyes fix on her, watching her every move. Confusion crept over her as he motioned for mama peepee to come over, he whispered into her ear.

She nodded in understanding and walked towards the stripping pole where Iris was dancing, and whispered into her ear.

She walked towards him, and got to where he was seated.

"Hello, sir. How can I be of service tonight?" Iris asked, keeping her tone professional, though her curiosity buzzed beneath the surface.

"Sit," the man ordered sternly, his voice cold and clipped.

Iris hesitated, caught off guard by the abrupt command. "I... I should sit?" she asked, her voice wavering.

"Don't ask dumb questions. I said sit."

Her pulse quickened as fear slid down her spine. She sat, clutching her hands tightly in her lap, her mind racing with questions. Who was this man? What did he want with her?

Without wasting a second, he pulled out a sleek black folder and a pen, shoving them across the table. "I have a proposal for you, and I need an answer now," he said, his tone as sharp as a knife.

"A proposal?" Iris frowned. "What kind of proposal?"

His lips curved slightly, though there was no humor in his smile. "Marry me."

Her heart stopped. "What?" Her voice came out in a strangled whisper.

"Marry you? Are you out of your mind? I don't even know who you are! You can't just-"

"Be quiet," he cut her off. "Listen carefully. The marriage will be a contract. One year. No strings attached. After that, you're free to go."

Iris's mind spun. "This is insane! You can't just come in here and throw something like this at me. I'm a stranger! Why me?"

"You need money. I need a wife," he said simply, as if it were the most logical exchange in the world. "I can pay you a million dollars. No games."

Her mouth dropped open. "A... a million dollars?"

Ryan leaned back, sipping casually from his drink. "Yes. A million dollars, and you'll never have to see me again once the contract is up."

For a moment, Iris was speechless. A million dollars. That kind of money could change her life. Her mother was sick, with no insurance and mounting medical bills. Iris could finally pay for her surgery, and maybe-just maybe-start her dream of becoming a fashion designer.

But... marry this stranger? What was the catch?

She stared at him, the temptation gnawing at her. "How am I supposed to believe this is real? For all I know, you could be some kind of psycho. I don't even know your name."

"Ryan Kendrick," he said smoothly, the name sliding off his tongue like a well-rehearsed line. "And trust me, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't need to go through all this trouble."

Iris's breath caught in her throat as two massive men, dressed in black suits, emerged from the shadows behind him, their faces hidden behind sunglasses despite the dim lighting. She sank lower in her seat, feeling their presence like a silent threat.

"I'm not here to kidnap you," Ryan continued, his voice eerily calm. "If I wanted to, I could have you taken without anyone noticing. But that's not why I'm here. I'm offering you a choice."

Iris swallowed hard, her palms sweating. "I can't do this," she whispered, shaking her head. "This is insane."

Ryan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you sure about that? Think about your sick mother. How long do you think she has without proper care?"

Her heart dropped into her stomach. "How do you know about my mother?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Ryan's gaze remained steady. "I know everything about you, Iris. Your mother is sick. You're behind on rent. You've been working here just to make ends meet. This marriage will solve all of that. All you have to do is sign the contract."

Iris stared at the papers in front of her, her vision blurring as her thoughts spun wildly. She wanted to say no, but the weight of her mother's illness was crushing her. A million dollars could save her. It could save both of them.

Her hand shook as she picked up the pen, her heart hammering in her chest.

Ryan watched her intently. "Sign it, and everything will change. Your problems will disappear."

Iris closed her eyes for a moment, her mind racing. Was she really going to do this? Was she going to marry a stranger for money?

She opened her eyes and, with a deep breath, scribbled her signature at the bottom of the contract.

"Good girl," Ryan said with a smirk. He snatched the papers and handed them to one of his bodyguards. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. Be ready by noon."

Before Iris could say another word, Ryan stood up and strode out of the club, two girls on either side of him. The world around her seemed to blur as the weight of what she had just done crashed down on her.

What had she just agreed to?

Still reeling, Iris was shaken from her thoughts by her friend Skylar bounding over, her face flushed with excitement.

"Hey girl!" Skylar grinned, leaning over the table. "What was that all about? I saw you with the Ryan Kendrick. Oh my God, you're so lucky! I've always dreamed of talking to him, even if just for a second. He's so-"

"Skylar," Iris interrupted, her voice hollow. "I'm getting married."

Skylar blinked. "What?"

"I said... I'm getting married. To Ryan Kendrick."

Skylar stared at her, her mouth hanging open in shock before she burst out laughing. "Good one, Iris! Seriously, what did he say to you? What kind of deal did he offer?"

Iris shook her head. "I'm not joking. It's... a contract marriage. One year. For a million dollars.”

Skylar's laughter died in her throat. "Wait... what? A contract marriage? Are you... insane?"

Iris buried her face in her hands. "I didn't have a choice, Skylar. He offered me a way out of this mess. My mom... she needs surgery. I need the money."

"But... but Iris," Skylar stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Ryan Kendrick? He's not just anyone. His family is loaded. You're walking into a world you don't belong in. Do you even know what you're getting into?"

"No," Iris whispered. "I don't."

Skylar shook her head, pulling Iris into a tight hug. "This is crazy. You're crazy. But I'll be here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled in Iris's eyes as she hugged her friend back, her mind a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, her brow furrowing at the unknown number flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" she answered.

A weak voice crackled through the line. "Iris... help me..."

Her blood ran cold. "Mom? Mom!?"

The line went dead.